The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6181

"It really is the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon! I actually got to see the legendary Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline with my own eyes!"

"Who is this kid? Which hidden family did he come from?"

"Quick, report this to the Elder! A genius like this has to be brought straight into the core of the Celestial Basilica and given the highest treatment at once!"

The Basilica disciple who had been acting arrogant a moment ago had both legs go soft and dropped straight to his knees.

His forehead pressed hard against the ground. His whole body shook, and he didn't dare lift his head even a little.

Under the pressure of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, he seemed as tiny as an ant that could be crushed to death at any second.

All the swagger he'd worn earlier had vanished without a trace. In its place, only dread and reverence remained.

The cultivators waiting in line also dropped to their knees one after another, their faces full of reverence and dread.

This was submission carved into living instinct before the strong, a natural fear of an emperor's aura that nobody could resist.

A moment later, a white figure shot out of the Celestial Palace.

That speed was as fast as lightning. It tore through the air and landed in the square in an instant, kicking up a wave of air.

It was Bruno, dressed in a white robe with golden cloud patterns embroidered along the hem. His face carried stern authority, and his eyes were sharp as lightning.

True Immortal Realm Level One pressure rolled off him in a terrifying wave. It pressed down on everyone like a mountain, and the restless crowd fell silent at once, so still that nobody even dared breathe too hard.

His gaze landed on Jared, and shock flashed through his eyes along with something heated, even a hint of greed he couldn't quite hide.

It was the look of someone staring at the rarest treasure in the world, as if Jared were not a person at all, but a rare treasure on legs.

"Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline! This is the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline!"

Even his voice was shaking.

He had cultivated for ten thousand years, yet he had never seen such a pure Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline.

The power in that bloodline was practically the most perfect treasure between heaven and earth. If he could get even a little from it, why would he ever have to worry about failing to reach the Great Dao?

The middle-aged man drew in a deep breath, forced down the surge inside him, and hurried forward.

He didn't put on even a hint of a superior's airs. He stopped in front of Jared, bowed deeply, and spoke with the kind of respect a man would only show before a king. "I am Elder Cillian of the Celestial Basilica. Greetings, fellow adept. May I ask how I should address you?"

Jared looked at him in silence, taking in that gaze. It looked respectful on the surface, but there was something else buried underneath.

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